Modus Operandi ~ T.R. Hummer

The veteran sits like an ancient statue at noon+++++under the Ponderosas, white and fragmentary.
His war is lifetimes past. His caretakers roll him and leave him+++++in the park. Today they have him surrounded
By small airplanes. What does he not remember+++++about dismemberment? Now, one by one he launches them
Into the desert air, leaning forward in the motorized+++++wheelchair, looking up toward clouds where they drone
Unmanned, blazing down destruction on hostile firmament.